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Rain Dance

By Rashida James-Saadiya

we scatter
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist

ache in unison
wait and run

full speed into Mother's arms
her body somehow a magic shield
flying us over everything ugly
as she weeps a muted death

the story always ends the same
we hold on
gathered like broken straps
clinging to memories of light

he twirls in circles
eyes arrow sharp
sometimes he screams at God
or simply smiles at our tears

Added: Wednesday, July 2, 2014  /  Used with permission.
Rashida James-Saadiya

Rashida James-Saadiya is an educator, writer and Artistic Director of Crossing Limits, an inter-faith art-centered non-profit supporting social change, progressive literature and creative thinking. In addition she is a founding member and co-editor of Voyages, a quarterly online journal dedicated to Africana Arts and Culture and the idea that knowledge should be shared.

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